A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 87: what you’re looking at

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GLIMPSES ONLY. . 85 ence. Laurence had never alluded to the events that had preceded their separation. He hoped that his friend would incidentally open up the subject and afford him a chance to make an inquiry. ‘The chance did not present itself. He still believed that there would some day come an explanation, and that two who had been so. strangely saddened would once again meet and—well, be happy: It is strange how events run together. Laurence was walking up Fifth Avenue, one lovely fall afternoon, when @ passing incident recalled to his mind the romantic epi- sode in which he had been an actor. ‘The past was run- - ning through his mind, when suddenly he encountered the first of the connecting coincidences. He beheld Eloise; he had not seen her since that night when they parted on the: piazza, after the eventful adventure on the cliff. She was talking to a friend whom she had casually met. She looked lovely; she was smiling and animated. He stood where he could observe her unseen. ‘The little confab with her friend terminated, and Eloise walked on alone. She passed quite close to where Laurence stood. It was a bright, clear afternoon. He had seen her smiling and chatting with seeming cheerfulness, but when she passed, a shadow had settled upon her face. ‘The little shade of sadness upon her face crowned its natural sweetness with a pensive expression which added to its attraction. As she disappeared down an intersecting street, Laurence muttered involuntarily: | ‘* There goes a little heroine. That girl displays-more resolution in one hour than most people are called upon to comicbooks (ECO)